Victoria White

Sometimes, in our spiritual lives, we experience cold weather. Like sleet from a winter sky, the icy darkness of depression blows in from who-knows-where and invades our heart and soul. When this happens, as it often does to me, I have found there are certain Biblical truths that are like blankets in cold weather – warm, comforting, and safe.

I grew up hearing the parable of the rich man and Lazarus (you know the one, in Luke 16:19-31) and being told that once you’re dead, that’s it. You can’t go back and change your life. So, the moral of the story is: get saved while you have the chance, and then tell everybody else. Now, while that interpretation is great for five-year-olds who aren’t saved yet, and third graders who need to start understanding that they can share the Gospel too, by the time we reach high school, we’re pretty much done with the story, aren’t we? 

Once upon a time, there was a pony who lived in a pasture with a pond. Now, to the humans who passed by, this pond and this pasture and this pony looked very much normal. The pony took part in normal pony activities, patiently allowing himself to be hugged and brushed and led and driven by the little girl all

Proverbs 30:11-14 describe a generation whose motivation is selfish. They are all about leading their own lives, justifying their actions, exalting themselves, and satisfying their own desires. It’s easy for us to point to people in our culture and identify these godless characteristics in their lives. It’s not so easy for us to identify those same problems in our lives,

During the month of April (at the height of the “safer-at-home” order here in Wisconsin), I read through the entire Bible. It was incredibly intense but absolutely amazing. One book that was especially riveting was the book of Jeremiah. If you have the time, go and read the first twelve chapters. Or the whole book. It’s long, I know, but

Have you ever read the Old Testament like it was an epic story? As I read through these familiar stories this year, I’m trying to envision and imagine what it must really have been like. One that recently fascinated me was the story of Jehu. 2 Kings 9 and 10 recount this incredible story, beginning with his rather abrupt anointing

The first time I remember reading Psalm 119:83, I know that I did what any intelligent young person would do when you don’t understand something. I puzzled over the imagery for a minute, then kept going and five minutes later forgot I’d ever read it. When I read it a few days ago, I had the brilliant idea to look

The peace in our world is fragile. I don’t think we can even properly call it peace. It seems that country after country is at war with itself. I can identify with that. See, I have some kind of an immune disorder that’s starting to make my immune system start to attack my joints. It’s a small thing, so the

Psalm 119 is one of my favorite chapters of the Bible. It’s also one of the most convicting, because I’m not always longing for God’s Word or His way like these verses describe. The other day I was struck by verse 10: “With my whole heart have I sought thee: O let me not wander from thy commandments.” You’ve probably

Question for the day: how many YouTube channels do you subscribe to? How many people do you follow on Facebook? How many people follow you? We’re an obsessive generation, aren’t we? We need to know what’s going on with all of our friends – what they’re doing today, who they’re with, where they are. And we want them to know

Do you ever feel like words fail you? Are there ever times when your heart feels so full or so empty that you just can’t communicate what is going on? Let me tell you what, I have felt like that so many times in the last couple months it’s almost getting to be my default setting. I can’t find the

We are a generation who has problems— “issues,” we like to call them. Interesting fact: our culture flaunts its flaws as a way to hide its hurts. Without saying it, today’s society says, “I’ve got issues? Well, that’s okay — you do too, and since no one is really sure how to deal with them, and there doesn’t seem to

My dad has this thing about graveyards. Growing up, whenever our family took a road trip, we would inevitably stop by some graveyard and wander around the tombstones. I always thought it was kinda weird, but as I’ve gotten older, the idea has grown on me.  The other day, I was reading the Bible (which is a really neat thing

I can’t say anything better than the Bible does. I read God’s Word and I am moved to tears, my heart burns within me and I want to cry out to my generation. Oh, read God’s Word! What else is there to do? We can listen to sermons, podcasts, and Bible studies that speak to our spirits. We can read

The children of Israel rejected God’s promises and refused to enter the land. We read the words and we shake our heads in disbelief. How, we ask—how could they do such a thing? Right. And we do the exact same thing.